Her parents divorced when she was young, so Zhao Yanwan never really had a home.
To escape her stepfather's clutches, she impulsively married Feng Ang, a fellow poor soul who delivered takeout for a living.
They were so hard up that Feng Ang even made deliveries on foot. Zhao Yanwan was considerate, too, and avoided spending money unless absolutely necessary.
Then one day, she started noticing Feng Ang coming and going in luxury cars. Even the wealthy old-money crowd treated him with the utmost respect.
How did he have the keys and passcodes to all those mansions owned by his friends?
And how could he get her best friend's dream job arranged just by casually mentioning it as a joke?
After his identity was exposed, Zhao Yanwan smiled without a hint of warmth. “So you delivered takeout on foot just to experience the lifestyle, huh?”
Feng Ang knew he was in the wrong. “Honey, other than delivering takeout, there's nothing else I've kept from you!”
It's a very down-to-earth book about the boss. So far, I just feel like I've been hiding my identity for a little longer.